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Chrissy Henderson

I licked my lips covered in Carli the Bimbo-Masseuse’s cunt cream.

My husband and I were enjoying a couple’s massage on our honeymoon at the Bimbo Paradise Inn. So far, it had been wild. The rules about sex and marriage and cheating and fidelity did not manner here. Bimbos were just open to be used by us both without jealous feelings.

It was delicious.

I had just sixty-nined with Carli, the redheaded and busty bimbo-masseuse, while Fumiko, the other bimbo-whore, had ridden my husband’s cock. She had worked her tight pussy up and down his dick while her big, pale-live titties had bounced. The petite, Japanese bimbo had such large breasts.

They were massive compared to her small frame. I loved it. That just made it all the more exciting.

I licked my lips, wanting to just feast on her cum-filled cunt. She had my husband’s jizz in her, and I wanted to enjoy it. My husband could fuck Carli while devoured Fumiko’s cunt. I licked my lips, staring at the slut.

“Come and sit on my face and let me lick you clean,” I moaned as the bimbo headed for a drawer.

“Let me just get a special wecial massagey tool!” she said and opened the drawer. “Here it is! Yay!”

She whipped out a silver vibrator that looked like it would feel incredible in my pussy. She grinned at me, my husband’s cum on her bush. She held it up triumphantly and skipped back to the massage table. She waved it before my eyes.

“See, see, isn’t that just so neaty. It’s all perfecty for massagying your cutie cunty hole, righty, guesty-poo?” Fumiko asked.

“Yes,” I groaned, licking my lips. “Sit on my face and use it on me!”

“Okey-dokey!” she moaned as my husband was kneeling on the massage table.

“I need an anal massage,” growled my husband to Carli. “I need your asshole to massage my dick.”

“Okey-dokey!” squealed Carli. The redhead scrambled up. “Fucky my buttyhole, guesty-poo!”

God, I loved this resort.

As my husband pressed his cock into Carli’s butt-crack, Fumiko mounted the table. She was just so ready to get fucked hard by my husband. I bet he would fuck her hard and cum in her asshole. I loved that idea as the bimbo moaned her delight.

“Ooh, ooh, yesy yes!” Carli gasped. “Guesty-poo!”

“Fuck,” my husband grunted.

Fumiko straddled my face, her sloppy bush dripping with cum. She had such a thick one, a forest of black curls hiding her pussy dripping with my husband’s jizz. I could not wait to devour her. I would lap at her with everything that I had. It would be so good.

She planted her pussy down on my face. Her curls spilled over my lips. Her bush rustled against me. She sighed in delight as my husband’s cum poured out of her cunt and into my mouth. It was just so good to have that delight spilling over my lips.

I groaned the taste of my husband’s cum pouring out of her tangy pussy. It was a treat. I licked at her as the vibrator turned on. My cunt clenched. She brought the humming toy to my cunt and pressed it into my shaved snatch.

“Fuck!” I squealed into her pussy as she massaged my vulva with it. She brushed my clit. “Fumiko!”

“Guesty-poo being all massagedy with my buzzy toy!” she squealed, her bush tickling my face.

I groaned into her cunt. I lapped at her sloppy folds with hunger. The vibrator rubbed over my vulva, circling my pussy lips. My folds drank this all in. It just felt so good to have her doing this. I was glad for it. She drove me wild with that buzzing toy.

I groaned as she thrust into my cunt.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned into her pussy.

She purred in delight as she worked the vibrator in and out of my cunt. The buzzing toy massaged my cunt from the inside. It was just such a perfect thing to enjoy. I loved it greatly. She twisted it about in me. I groaned at that. It was just so good to have her doing that to me as I feasted on her sloppy twat.

I tongued her cunt as my toes curled. Her thick bush tickled my face as she almost bounced on my face as she squirmed in delight. She plunged the buzzing toy deep into my cunt and twisted it about is it massaged me. It was so fucking amazing.

“Mmm, massagying a guesty-poo with my buzzy toy,” she sang. “Just buzzying and hummying and whirlying. Isn’t that so greaty good, guesty-poo?”

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Goody!” she squealed in delight.

I lapped at her with hunger as that toy buried into my cunt again and again. It felt so good in me. I groaned, savoring that delight. It was a wild moment to have that toy plunging in and out of me. I loved it. I gripped my cunt down on that wonderful toy buzzing away in me.

“Shit!” grunted my husband.

“Poundy my assyhole, guesty-poo!” moaned Carli.

“Fucking pound her, Shawn,” I moaned into Fumiko’s sloppy cunt.

“Fuck, yeah!” he roared.

My husband slammed his cock into her, the table rocking and creaking from the force of his thrusts. The bimbo-slut moaned in delight as my husband used her bowels. I moaned into Fumiko’s cunt as the vibrator worked in and out of my snatch.

My pussy gripped the shaft, savoring that wonderful delight massaging me from the inside. I would have a huge cum. I could not wait to burst with the delight of this toy. It was just fantastic to have it humming away in me.

I groaned at the delight of it. I savored that dildo thrusting into my snatch. She drove me wild with it. It was just fantastic. I groaned with each plunge of that toy into my pussy as I licked up the cum spilling out of her snatch.

“Ooh, ooh, guesty-poo, you’re a lickying my cunty hole,” the slut moaned. “Yesy yes, just licky me! Licky and lappy at me!”

“Gladly!” I groaned, savoring that delight. I tongued her with all that I had. It was just so good to feats on her like that. I stroked my tongue through her folds. “Ooh, you taste good.”

“Yesy I do!” she moaned. “I tasty so goody and great and amazeying!”

I licked at her, tonguing her cunt with all the passion I had. It was just wild to lick her like that. I stroked my tongue through her hot flesh. She trembled as I did that. I lapped at her with all my might. She tasted so damned good, but…

Where was my husband’s salty cum?

I plunged my tongue into her twat to find my husband’s jizz. I needed every drop. I swirled around in her. I licked at her with all that I had. It was delicious to devour her like that. She trembled on me, squirming as I loved her curls massaging my face.

“Guesty-poo!” she moaned as she fucked my cunt with the vibrator. “That’s itty it, guesty-poo!”

I loved what she was doing to me. It felt so good to have her working that vibrator in and out of my pussy. My twat clamped down on her. I loved it. My orgasm built and built as I swirled around in her tangy snatch, searching for my husband’s cum.

I found more of Shawn’s jizz in her depths, savoring that salty treat. She squirmed on me as I explored her pussy. I wiggled my tongue around in her depths. I no longer tasted anything salty. She was all clean.

Treats never lasted forever.

I licked at her clit.

“Guesty-poo!” she squealed and fell forward, her big boobs piling into my belly. “Yesy yes!”

She suckled on my clit.

I groaned into her pussy and nursed on her bud.

The vibrator hummed away in me as I tongued her clit. She returned the favor, massaging my bud with her tongue. My pussy gripped the vibrator, my body quivering as I hurtled toward my climax. My husband growled louder. Carli squealed in rapture.

“Cummy in my assyhole,” the redhead howled. “Pleasey please!”

“Yes!” roared Shawn.

Flesh smacked flesh.

He grunted, dumping his cum into her asshole.

God, this was hot.

Fumiko nibbled on my clit with her soft lips. My toes curled as my orgasm burst in me. I bucked on the table, moaning into the bimbo-masseuse’s cunt. Waves of rapture swept through me. My pussy writhed around the vibrator.

That buzzing toy felt so good in me as my orgasm swept through me.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned and suckled hard on the bimbo’s clit.

“Guesty-poo!” squealed Fumiko.

Her tangy juices gushed out of her cunt and drowned me.

She jammed the vibrator deep into my cunt. I loved it in me. I savored that delight washing through me as I licked and lapped at her cunt. Her curls tickled my face as she moaned in delight, her big boobs rubbing against my belly.

“Fuck, yes!” howled Shawn. “Goddamn, that was good!”

“Guesty-poo is so biggie!” squealed Carli.

“He is!” I moaned, my cunt writhing around the vibrator.

I trembled through my orgasm. I felt so amazing as I licked up that wonderful cream. My pussy writhed around the vibrator. It kept buzzing away in me. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm peaked in me.

“Yes!” I groaned.

“That was amazeying,” Fumiko said. “But your timey is uppy up!”

It was so good to have this couple’s massage with my husband. To share these two bimbo-masseuses. What a wild honeymoon we were having.

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Shawn Henderson

Opal engulfed my cock in the changing room. The bimbo-slave that came with our honeymoon suite suckled on my dirty dick. She bobbed her head, her black hair spilling around her shoulders. She wore a collar, stiletto heels, and a fishnet bodysuit.

Her big boobs, covered in the netting, jiggled as she blew me. She suckled me clean of Carli’s asshole. I groaned, savoring it. My wife watched as she pulled on her robe. It was so so good to harem my wife staring at me as that slut polished my pole.

“God, she’s good,” I groaned.

“She is a pro,” my wife said, her dyed-pink hair spilling around her flushed face.

“Such a pro,” I moaned at that hot mouth sliding up and down my shaft. “Shit, yes!”

Opal squealed around my cock and suckled hard on me. She nursed with passion on my dick. I loved her blowing me with that intensity. It was just such a wonderful treat to have her working that hot mouth up and down my cock.

I groaned, the need to cum already building. Opal had skill. She worked that hot mouth up and down my dick. She drove me wild with her sucking. She was so good at it. Just a pro. I loved it. She suckled at me with force.

It was amazing to have her nursing on me like that. She suckled with all that she had on my dick. She blew me with passion. I groaned, the need to cum in her mouth building and building. Her tongue danced around my cock.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

“Mmm, cum in her mouth, honey,” my wife moaned. “Flood her!”

“I will!”

Opal suckled hard on my cock, wanting my cum.

God, she was such a great slut.

The bimbo-slave bobbed her head, working her mouth faster up and down my cock. She polished my pole, taking more and more of me. I grinned when my cock brushed the back of her throat. She gurgled for a second.

Opal deep-throated my cock.

“Goddamn, yes!” I groaned as her lips slid down my shaft, her gullet massaging my rod.

“My, my,” Chrissy said, smiling. “Mmm, she’s doing amazing. Such a good slut. Please my husband.”

“She is,” I said, smiling back at my new bride.

Chrissy leaned forward and kissed me, her lips tasting tangy. Fumiko’s cream. Opal’s lips slid down my cock as I made out with my wife. The bimbo-slave nuzzled into my bush, taking every inch of my cock. She was so skilled at that.

I savored her dancing her tongue around my shaft, buffing me clean. She hummed around my cock, massaging me with her vocal vibrations. I love it. I groaned into my wife’s mouth as I enjoyed being deep-throated by a bimbo.

The slut slid her mouth back up my cock. I groaned and broke the kiss, feeling almost dizzy. I was so relaxed from the massage. The crown of my dick popped out of Opal’s gullet. Her tongue danced around me, her brown eyes sparkling.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “You’re going to get a mouthful of cum. You ready for that?”

She moaned around my dick, nodding her head. She suckled hard. My nuts tightened. The need to cum rose and rose in me. I groaned, my cock twitching in her mouth. My wife smiled at me, her eyes burning hot.

“Fuck, yes!” I roared and came.

My cum flooded Opal’s mouth.

She squealed in delight, squeezing her eyes shut. She gulped down my jizz as the pleasure slammed through me. I shuddered through it, enjoying every last blast of cum that fired from her cunt. It was just so good. I dumped my load into her mouth.

She swallowed more and more blasts of my jizz. I could just cum and cum at this place. It truly was paradise. I shuddered as I erupted one last time. She suckled hard on me to work out every drop of jizz she could.

“God, I love this place,” I groaned.

My wife beamed at me, nodding in agreement.

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Keone “Ken” Kekoa – Owner of the Bimbo Paradise Inn

I had a busy day hiring bimbos.

The maids were done. Moana Kala, Nina Perez, Mrs. Tabitha Yates (who came with a maintenance cuck named Peter Yates), and Chrissy Meyers would all be welcoming my guests and giving the service. There would be so many of the sexy bimbo-maids wondering around.

I also hired two more bimbo-instructors for the kayak rental, Meera Chaudhuri and Beverly Smith.
Now I just needed to hire a bimbo-cook.

The next interviewee has arrived! Do you wish to interview her? If so, sit down on your chair and hit the Interview Candidate Button.

I tapped it and a moment later a woman walked in wearing a heavy, bronze dress and a black hijab wrapped around her dusky-brown face. An Arab woman. The dress fell to her ankles and the sleeves went to her wrists. Imagine having to wear that here. A man followed her in.

“As-salaam alaykum,” the woman said, nodding to me. “I am Hosni, and this is my husband, Al-Hasan Ahmed. I hear you need a cook. I am quiet skilled. I have worked in several restaurants and resorts. I have a food handler’s card and lots of references.”

She handed me a thick resume. I took it as she took a seat across from me. Her husband stood behind her. He wore jeans and a short-sleeved shirt with around cap on his head. Like a fez, I supposed. He clearly could dress for the heat.

She could not.

“Thank you,” I said, flipping through it. Mrs. Hosni Ahmad had a very extensive history. She had been working in restaurants for twenty-two years, since she was sixteen. I nodded. “This is very thorough. Now, you do know that our bimbo-cooks have to lactate. Do you lactate?”

“No,” she said, her cheeks darkening.

“Well, I can arrange that,” I said. “I do have to see your breasts. Suckle on your nipples.”

Her husband stared at me then nodded. He seemed… okay with that.

“You’re okay with your wife letting me suckle on her tits?” I asked.

“Sahih Muslim 1453 reported the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, instructed Abu Hudhaifa to breastfeed a young man named Salim so that the young man would no longer desire her but see her as his mother,” the husband said, nodding his head. “It is a way to build trust in a young man who must be around your wife.”

“Ah, of course,” I said. “She would have to be naked to do that. Like my mother is when she breastfeeds me.”

The husband nodded. “Do it, Hosni.”

“Yes, husband,” the woman said and rose.

I could not believe there was something in Islam about women breastfeeding adult men to make them like their sons so they would no longer desire the woman. That just made me want her more. I loved fucking my mother.

The woman unzipped the back of her dress and slid her arms out of it. She wore a rather lacy, red bra beneath. She wiggled her skirt off her curving hips. She had a delicious figure. A MILF’s thickness. Plump in just the right way. She dropped her skirt to the floor and unhooked her bra, glancing back at her husband.

“You are just following what Allah’s Messenger, peace be upon him, has commanded women to do when they must work closely with young men,” her husband said.

“Yes, husband,” she said and pulled off her bra. Her breasts spilled out, large and plump, her nipples thick and long. I loved how big they were.

Lastly, she rolled down her panties, revealing her shaved pussy. I was surprised to see her bald down there. Maybe it was a culture thing. I could not imagine it was sexual. She stepped out of her panties, her thick lips dripping. She was definitely a mother. A MILF.

I gripped my cock as she moved around the desk. She blinked at that. I just nodded to her. She licked her lips as I rolled back my desk enough for her to sit down on my lap. She crossed before me, putting her left arm around my neck. She lowered herself.

My cock nuzzled into the folds of her pussy. I doubt her husband could see her sliding her cunt down my dick. She groaned sightly as she sank down slowly. Her husband frowned as she took me to the hilt, her big boobs jiggling. She sat sideways across my lap. I put my right hand at the small of her back to support her. My left hand fell on her bare leg. I slid up it to her pussy.

“Now breastfeed from her,” her husband said.

I could not believe this worked out so well.

I leaned over and engulfed one of her fat nipples. I suckled on her. She gasped, her married cunt squeezing down on my cock. She whimpered and squirmed on my lap, stirring that silky snatch around my rod.

Damn, her pussy felt great about my cock.

I needed to make this feel better for her, too.

I slid my hand between her thigh to her shaved pubic mound. I slid down her. She glanced at her husband. She still had her hijab, protecting her modesty, as she sat impaled on my cock. Her husband nodded to her as I kept suckling from her, my fingers creeping closer to her clit until…

I found it.

I rubbed at her hard, little nub peeking out of its hood. She gasped as I did that. Her cunt clenched down on me, massaging me with her silky flesh. She felt incredible around me, whimpering as I suckled on her. Her pussy felt so good. She squirmed more and more.

“That’s it,” her husband said as I diddled his wife. “Let him see you as his mother!”

“Yes, husband,” whimpered Mrs. Ahmad. Her pussy clamped down on me. “He’s… Oh…”

I suckled hard on her nipple, loving the feel of her nub in my mouth. I stroked my tongue around her, making her gasp. Or maybe that was my fingers dancing on her clit. Her juices soaked my twat. The spicy aroma of her cunt filled my nose.

What a delectable scent.

I diddled her faster. She whimpered, her cunt clenching and relaxing around my cock. That felt so good. I could cum just from her squirming on my lap. I didn’t have to fuck her at all. Didn’t need her to ride me. Her husband watched on, oblivious to how amazing this felt.

His wife had such a tight cunt. He must have such a small dick.

“Mr. Ken,” she whimpered. “Are you seeing me as a mother?”

I popped my mouth off her nipple, my cock throbbing in her cunt. “Not yet, Mrs. Ahmad. We need to do this longer.”

“That’s right!” said her husband. “It can take several tries to do it.”

“Yes,” the wife whimpered as I engulfed her cock again. “We’ll do it as long as it takes!”

She shuddered on me, enjoying what I did to her. She squeezed that tight twat around my dick. Her silky walls massaged me with her every squirm. I rubbed at her clit. I massaged her, wanting to make her cum. I craved to have her just gasping and squealing.

That would be so good. I wanted to spurt my jizz into her snatch. That would be so incredible. She would cum so hard on me. It would be fantastic. Her pussy clamped down on me. She held me tight with that hot cunt.

I nursed on her with force. I suckled with all that I had on her nipple. She whimpered, her pussy clamping down harder. I rubbed at her clit as fast as I could, diddling her. She breathed heavier, her butt-cheek feeling so good on my thigh. She had a plump ass. I wanted to fuck it.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she moaned. “See me as your mother. Oh, please, see me as your mother, Mister Ken! Mmm, it is like I can feel you in me. Growing. Coming closer to that moment!”

I popped my mouth off and groaned, “I am, Mrs. Ahmad. I’m coming so much closer.”

“Good, good,” her husband said, nodding.

I latched onto her nipple again. I suckled on her. She gasped, her pussy gripping me. She squirmed more. My fingers dancing on her clit. I massaged her with all that I had. She trembled, her head tossing back and forth. I knew she was close to cumming.

I could not wait for her to writhe around my cock. I would fill her cunt with so much cum. I nibbled on her nub. I nipped her nipple with my teeth. She gasped, her back watching. Her husband shifted in his seat.

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered. “I can feel you becoming one with me. Becoming like a son to me. Oh, yes, yes, Mister Ken. Just like the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, wanted. I… I… Become my son!”

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

I groaned around her nipple as her spasming flesh massaged my dick. She suckled at me. It was just so good to have that pleasure rushing through me. I groaned, hurtling closer and closer to the moment when I would cum in her.

“Become my son!” she moaned, urging me to flood her pussy. “Unite with me.”

“Yes,” her husband said. “Become her son, Mister Ken.”

I could not hold back.

I erupted.

I cuckolded the man, flooding his wife’s cunt with my seed. I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her writhing pussy. She felt so good around me. I loved the feel of her spasming flesh. It was just incredible to have her massaging me like that. It was a heavenly moment. I groaned, nursing hard on her nipple.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned as I spurted my cum into her pussy. I flooded her with all the spunk that I had. I erupted over and over into her snatch. “That’s it! Become my son!”

Her cunt spasmed faster around my cock. I suckled hard on her nipple. She milked my cock with that hot cunt. I loved spurting my jizz into her. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars flashed across my vision as I dumped all that I had into her snatch.

“Well?” her husband asked. “You are sounding happy.”

I groaned around his wife’s nipple before sliding off it. “I am!” I pumped a final spurt of cum into his wife’s cunt. “But I don’t think I’m seeing her as my mother yet.”

“No, no,” she whimpered, her cunt rippling around me. “Keep suckling them. Don’t stop!”

“My wife is right,” said her husband, nodding. “You have to keep suckling.”

“I think it’s your presence,” I said. “You’re glowering there as I suckle on your wife’s nipple. It’s hard to see her as my mother.”

“I am certainly not leaving you alone with my wife,” he growled.

“What if my mother is with us,” I said. “That can also help to make the transition easier. She’s the head cook, so she’ll be here in a moment.”

“That is acceptable,” he said. Clearly, he didn’t think I would fuck his wife in front of my mother.

Well, I fucked her in front of him, and I would love to enjoy Mrs. Ahmad with my mother. I picked up the phone.

“Yesy yes, Mistery Ken!” Iolana at the front desk answered.

“Send my mother into my office,” I said.

“Righty away, Mistery Ken!”

I hung up and smiled at the husband, Mrs. Ahmad panting as her pussy still twitched around my cock. I had filled her up with cum. I latched onto her nipple again. Her husband rose. He could not tell I had my cock in his wife at all. She hid it.

The door opened and my mother, wearing an apron, squealed, “You needy me, Mistery Keone! Does my hunky son need his mommy wammy?”

“Satisfied?” I asked as my bimbo-mommy darted around the desk, her golden tits bouncing behind her white apron. “This is Kamalani Kekoa, my mother.”

“I am his mommy!” she squealed. “Ooh, ooh, who’s sittying on your lappy. She’s hottie.”

“Hosni Ahmad is interviewing to be another bimbo-cook,” I said. “Her husband wants me to treat her like I treat you. To see her as my mother, too. Do you want to help me treat her like I treat you?”

“I do!” Mommy squealed. “Let’s doey it! Yay!”

“I’ll leave my wife and your son in your care,” the husband said. “I know nothing inappropriate will happen when you are around.”

“Nothything aty all!” Mommy said as the man left the room. “Ooh, ooh, have you pumpied her pussy full of cummies yet! It would be so innnyproppy not to if she’s your mommy, too.”

“Your son has, Kamalani,” Mrs. Ahmad groaned. “He’s so big. So thick. I have never enjoyed such pleasure in my life. It was a delight to cum on him beneath my boorish husband’s nose. I want to continue cuckolding him.”

“Then let’s get to my bedroom,” I groaned. “Mom will lick you clean while I fuck her pussy hard. Then Maybe I’ll let you sit on my face, Mrs. Ahmad.”

“I would love that,” Mrs. Ahmad groaned.

I grinned, so eager for our threesome.

The Arab MILF climbed off my cock, moaning as her pussy slid off me. It was so hot that she wore the hijab still. Her big breasts jiggled. I could not wait to breastfeed from her once I had bimbofied her. I led her to my bedroom, my cock bobbing before me.

Mom and she followed, my mother giggling like an empty-headed bimbo. I motioned to the large bed in my room. There were other beds, of course. The bimbos slept in here when they weren’t entertaining guests or working. So it was turning into quite the dormitory.

Mrs. Ahmad slid onto the bed and spread her legs wide apart. My cum spilled out of her pussy.

“Yummy nummy cummies!” Mom squealed before jumping on the bed and diving fast first into the sloppy twat.

“Allah defend!” gasped Mrs. Ahmad as Mom started licking.

Mom wiggled her hips back and forth, her shaved cunt dripping with juices. I moved behind Mom, my cock bobbing. I was so ready to slide back into the forbidden pussy that brought me into this world. I savored violating those bounds. I gripped her hips and nuzzled into her folds.

“Ooh, ooh, my goody boy is gonna fucky me so hardy hard!” Mom whimpered.

“Enjoy, Kamalani,” groaned Mrs. Ahmad.

“Yesy yes,” Mommy purred. “Ooh, cummies!”

She feasted on Mrs. Ahmad as I thrust into that tight, incestuous snatch. The silky walls of Mom’s pussy gripped me. She squealed with abject delight into the married Muslim woman’s cunt. I savored that hot twat around me. It was so good. I gripped my mother’s hips, so ready to be in her.

I drew back my cock and slammed into her cunt. She moaned as I did that. Her pussy held me tight as I fucked her cunt. I buried into her with hard thrusts. I plowed into her with force. It was so good to fuck her hard and fast.

It was just so amazing to slam into her pussy. I loved feeling her cunt around my cock. She moaned, squeezing down on me. She held me tight with her hot flesh. It was just so good to fuck her hard and fast.

I loved it.

I pumped away at her. I stroked into her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I plowed into her flesh. She gripped me with that wonderful twat. It felt so good to pound her twat. She moaned, gripping my dick with every inch of her snatch.

“Oh, your mother is feasting on your cum,” whimpered Mrs. Ahmad. “I had not imagined something like this. I… I… I can’t believe this is happening, but when I saw your cock…”

“You became a whorey whore for biggie dicks!” my mother moaned.

“I always do,” groaned Mrs. Ahmad. “Usually they’re Black. Oh, I’ve had some big dicks behind my husband’s back, but yours… Yours is incredible, Mister Ken! Mmm, and your mother knows how to eat cunt! I love having a woman going down on me!”

I grinned at her. I loved that she feigned to be such a demure and submissive wife. She was a slut.

I pounded Mom hard, watching Mrs. Ahmad’s big boobs jiggling. She squirmed there, loving what my mother did to her. Mom feasted on that hot cunt, lapping up all my jizz. She made the Arab MILF moan. Such pleasure swept over the woman’s face.

Mom’s snatch gripped me. She was such a naughty bimbo-mommy. Her silky twat brought me closer and closer to cumming. I loved the way she held me. It was so good. I pounded her hard and fast. I loved fucking my mother. Her taboo pussy massaged me.

My nuts tightened as they slapped into her clit. She whimpered at those impacts, feasting on the Arab MILF with such passion. She tongued her as I fucked that hot twat. I pounded her with force. She gripped me. Held me with such wonderful force.

I rose toward the moment that I would cum in her pussy. I would flood her with all my jizz. That felt so good to fuck her like this. I pounded her with force. I drove my cock into her cunt again and again. I loved how she gripped me.

She held me tight with her snatch. She massaged me with that hot flesh. It was just so good to pound her twat with all that I had. I fucked her with force, loving this silky twat. She moaned, feasting on the MILF’s cunt.

“Oh, that’s so good, Kamalani!” whimpered Mrs. Ahmad. “Just get that tongue into my cunt. That’s it. That’s so good. You’re going to make me cum!”

“Goody goody gummydrops!” Mom moaned, her pussy clamping down on me. “My greaty boy is fuckying me so hardy. I’ll just bursty on him.”

“Burst on him!” the Arab MILF moaned. “Oh, that’s it. I… Yes!”

She bucked as she came. Her breasts bounced and heaved as she drowned my mother in pussy cream. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried into her hot twat. I slammed into her, wanting to dump all my jizz into my mother’s snatch.

“That’s so perfecty!” Mom gasped, her pussy going wild around me. “Cummy in me, Mistery Keone!”

“Yes,” I groaned and slammed into her writhing cunt. Her pussy felt amazing around me.

I erupted.

“Mom!” I grunted as I dumped my load into her pussy.

“My son’s nummy cummies!” moaned Mom. “Just filly me up with your spunkies!”

“Flood your mother, Mister Ken!” Mrs. Ahmad gasped.

“Goddamn, I am!” I groaned.

I spurted into Mom’s cunt over and over again. Her pussy writhed around me. She milked me with that hot flesh. I loved every second of her working around me. She worked out that cum. It was just so good to do that. I loved dumping my jizz into her.

I felt so good as I did that. I flooded her with all that I had. It was just amazing to dump my load into her cunt. I grunted, firing the last of my spunk into her twat. I filled her up with all my jizz. Her pussy spasmed around me.

“Damn,” I groaned as I dumped the last of my cum into her pussy. “I have to eat that cunt, Mrs. Ahmad. I need to devour it.”

“Please!” she moaned as she shuddered on the bed, her big boobs jiggling.

I ripped out of Mom’s pussy and fell back on the bed. Mrs. Ahmad was already scrambling toward me. Her big boobs swayed as she straddled my head. She threw her leg over me and planted her married cunt right on my mouth.

I groaned as her hot, bald twat kissed my mouth. Her spicy juice spilled past my lips. I tongued her. I licked and lapped at her with passion. It was so good to do that. I loved it. I stroked through her folds. It was just a delight to do that.

She groaned as I did. It was so delicious to tongue her as she moaned on me. Then she leaned over and engulfed my cock. She swallowed my dick. Her hot mouth nursed on me. I gripped her rump and knead her ass as she blew me, her big boobs in rubbing against my chest.

“Ooh, that’s so hottie,” Mom squealed. “I lovey dovey lovey watchying you sixty-nineying with a MILFy-slut, Mistery Keone!”

“I love it, too,” I groaned into that tasty snatch.

I feasted on Mrs. Ahmad’s cunt, gripping her rump. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down on my dick. It was so good to feel that mouth working up and down on me. It was just a wonderful moment. She blew me with passion.

The need to cum swelled in my nuts. I loved her blowing me. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was so good to feel her doing that. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. I groaned into her cunt, just wanting to erupt into her.

I would pump blast after blast of my cum into her snatch. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was so good to have her doing that. She worked that amazing mouth up and down my cock. She nursed on me with all that she had.

“Fuck,” I groaned into her pussy. “Mrs. Ahmad.”

“Sucky my son’s cocky, you slutty slut!” Mom squealed, bouncing on the bed. Her milk-heavy tit slapped together. “Just lovey dovey my wondermus son!”

Mrs. Ahmad did.

She suckled hard on my cock, working that hot mouth up and down my dick. She was so good at that. It was just fantastic to have her doing that. I groaned, savoring that wonderful mouth nursing on me.

I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum. I would have a huge climax. It would be so good to spurt my cum into her mouth. I would love to flood her with my jizz. It would be fantastic. I groaned as she suckled on me with all her might while I feasted on her cunt.

I licked at the married woman’s snatch. I stroked my tongue through her hot flesh. I licked at her as she squirmed on me. She groaned as I did that. It was just so good to flick my tongue through her snatch. She whimpered as I did that. I brushed her clit.

She moaned around my cock.

“Fuck,” I moaned as she worked that hot mouth up and down my dick.

It was just so good to have her suckling on me like that as I devoured her shaved cunt. Her bare pussy lips ground on mine as she squirmed against me. I gripped her rump, kneading her plump ass as I swirled my tongue around in her spicy depths.

She nursed with passion on me. I groaned, the need to cum swelling in me. I rushed toward that moment when I would spurt into her mouth. I tongued through her folds as she bobbed her head. Her fat nipples rubbed against my stomach as she bobbed her head.

She nursed on me with all her might. She suckled with passion. It was so good to have her doing that as I tongued to her clit. I nursed at her bud. She moaned around my cock, suckling even harder. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my hands.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Cummy on my son’s hungry lips!” Mom squealed. “Doey it!”

Mrs. Ahmad moaned around my dick and shuddered as I nibbled on her clit.

Her spicy juices gushed from her cunt.

I drowned in her pussy juices as she squirmed on me. I tongued at her pussy, licking up her juices. It was so good to tongue her like that as she suckled on me. The pressure in my nuts burst.

I erupted.

“Fuck, yes!” I groaned as I spurted my cum into her mouth. I flooded her with my jizz.

She gulped down my cum. She suckled it all down as I shuddered beneath her. It was so good to flood her mouth with all my jizz. The heat slammed through me. It was incredible. The ecstasy shot through me. She trembled on me, her nipples rubbing against me. It was so hot to have her doing that.

I loved it. I loved it so much.

I tongued through her snatch. I flicked through her folds as she moaned on me. She suckled down my cum. The ecstasy shot through me. Stars flashed across my vision as I dumped my jizz into her mouth. I lapped up her married cream.

“Fuck!” I groaned and fired the last of my cum into her mouth. “Shit, I have to fuck this ass!”

She ripped her mouth off my cock, her pussy rubbing across my lips. “Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass, Mister Ken!”

“What a slutty slut!” squealed Mom. “Ooh, breastyfeed from, Mommy Hosni!”

“Yes, I will, Mommy Kamalani,” moaned the MILF as she crawled off me. She was learning the bimbo dialogue, and I bet all the bimbos would call her, Mommy Hosni. Well, that was the point of this. She would become my mommy.

Once I had enjoyed all her holes.

I rose as Mommy Hosni latched onto Mom’s nipple and suckled. Mom beamed at me, looking happy in the way only an airhead could. I rose, my cock soaked in Mommy Hosni’s saliva. I slapped my cock on her plump, dusky dick. My cock was a darker shade of brown.

I pressed it in between her butt-cheeks. I nuzzled it right against her backdoor. She purred in delight around my mom’s nipple. I smiled at Mom as I thrust against Mommy Hosni’s asshole. The Arab MILF’s backdoor stretched and stretched.

Then I popped into her flesh. It was so good to enter her. I filled her up with my dick. It was just so amazing to do that. It was just a wonderful treat to have that tight asshole devouring my cock. I sank into her married asshole.

“Damn, Mommy Hosni,” I groaned.

She whimpered around my mother’s nipple, sounding so happy.

I gripped her hips and drew back my cock. She clamped her bowels down on me. It was so good to have her massaging me. I groaned and thrust back into her anal sheath. I slammed to the hilt in her bowels. It was so good to fuck her like this.

She happily breastfed from my bimbo-mommy as I fucked that tight asshole. I pounded her anal sheath with force. I slammed into her flesh, loving how she gripped me. She held me tight as I thrust away at her. It was just so good to slam to the hilt in her flesh.

It was incredible to have her bowels gripping my dick. My nuts slapped into her flesh as I rose toward my climax. I would dump my cum into her bowels. I thrust deep and hard into her asshole. I loved every inch of fucking her bowels. She felt so good. Just so amazing to pound.

“Oh, damn, that’s good,” I groaned. “Mommy Hosni, you have a great ass!”

“Fucky her assyhole, Mistery Keone!” Mom purred, cradling the Arab MILF to her tit.

“Goddamn, I am!” I groaned.

“He is,” the MILF whimpered around my mother’s nipple.

Mommy Hosni gripped me with that hot flesh as I fucked her anal sheath hard and fast. I pounced on her with all that I had. I thrust into her bowels with such hard strokes. I rose toward that moment when I would cum in her.

My nuts tightened as she whimpered. She gulped down my mother’s breast milk as I ass-fucked her with force. I slammed into her bowels. I rose toward that moment when I would cum in her. It would be incredible to dump my load into her.

“Shit!” I groaned, my nuts tightening.

I pumped away at her with force, slamming into her bowels. She moaned around my mother’s nipple, gripping me with that hot asshole. I loved every second of pounding her anal sheath. She gripped me with that velvety sheath.

“Ooh, ooh, cummy on my son’s biggie dick,” Mommy purred.

“Yes!” I groaned, thrusting away at the MILF’s hot asshole.

I buried into her bowels and she squealed in delight.

“Mister Ken!” she moaned, her head tossing, her hijab rustling. Her anal sheath spasmed around my cock. “Yes!”

“Floody her assyhole with all your jizzies!” Mom squealed.

“Fuck, yes!” I roared and buried into the woman’s writhing asshole.

My cum spurted into her spasming bowels. She milked me with that hot flesh. I loved it. I savored every second of dumping my cum into her bowels. The heat swept through me. It was so good to have that ecstasy rushing through me. I groaned, pumping blast after blast of my cum into her asshole. I filled her up with my cum.

It was just so good to have that rapture shooting through me.

I groaned with each blast. It was so good to have that spunk flooding her bowels. The ecstasy slammed through me. I groaned as I dumped my jizz into her bowels. I savored every last second of that wonderful bliss.

“Shit, that’s good!” I groaned as she milked my asshole.

“Ooh, ooh, it is!” whimpered Mommy Hosni. “Am I your mother yet!”

“Yes!” I roared and fired my last blast of cum into her asshole.

“Then we have to tell my husband that I can work here!” the MILF moaned, her anal sheath spasming around my dick.

“Firsty first, we must cleany my son’s biggie dick,” Mom said. “We can’t have unnysanny thingies around! We’re bimboy-cooks!”

“Yes!” Mommy Hosni groaned.

My dick lurched as an idea exploded in my mind.

“We have to do it in front of your husband,” I groaned. “He has to see that you’re like a mother to me. And my mother sucks my dick clean.”

Both women gasped their agreement. God, I loved this app.

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